Face

Struggle of face, to mine stay aloof.
Impassible vice of my decay.
Consideration bethought of a goof. 
Nigh, this ever blue my mind need lay.
Where the effort of face needs flawless par,
This impossible height of mine afar.
 

Struck those eyes of highly standard to I,
In all have met, yet tragedy hither.
For one sees the black, step my feet to shy.
Origin of downward, confide to wither.
Yet pride still then sees none my growth.
Still pledge to deity for skin, my oath.
 

This ill-founded face, ancestor's wish,
Youth's Fountain of this path frets.
A shadowed win buried in branches will swish.
This dire fate enclosed time’s silhouette.
Set the fire so that I may leap within,
Till existence blows with the ash of my skin.